Eating disorders are usually nothing to do with food. Parents need to be with their child to see them through it. All the therapists in the world can't help if the parents aren't present, loving, and proactive.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out.
But it's a lie.

Both my parents are therapists, which means that I am really goddamned well adjusted.

Some people who are obsessed with food become gourmet chefs. Others become eating disorders.

I love life and nothing intimidates me anymore.

I've been through cancer, divorce, loss and bereavement, but they are things most humans go through.